Dead End Road

By Tori K., Tucson, AZ

Scars clung to their skin with their sharp claws. Black and blue bruises looking like a bright moonlit sky on an October evening. Their bodies lay as still as statues in their Tucson home. Bullets buried behind body parts brought silence to the rooms. The aroma of deceased bodies filled the room as it swayed over the stained and blood-soaked furniture. Their souls, soundlessly soft, sheds tear streams down my face. Shocking death is nothing more than life crashing into a dead end road.

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